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Bemy’s mood seems to have improved. Every now and then I nce up at him and every time he
smiles at me. It’s actually almost scary. We finish eating then Bemy pays for the food and leave to
walk to his car which he ims is only a few streets away. His mood is still bright, in fact he might even
be more cheerful than he was while we were eating.
“What’s with you all of a sudden?” I ask thoughtlessly. The smile on his face fades.
“What do you mean?” he asks cautiously. I shrug.
“I don’t know, you’re all happy. I can’t figure out why.” Bemy looks
“What is it?” I demand.
away.
“Well, that meal went better than thest one. You didn’t even argue when I paid for the
food.” I roll my eyes at him.
“I figured I would just give you cashter, or pay if we end up eating out again.” Bemy
shakes his head.
“Just leave it.” I open my mouth to object. He turns a dazzling smile on me.
“Please?” I frown. He is trying to charm me intopliance with that smile which just makes me more
suspicious of it.
“Why?” Bemy just shrugs.
“I like feeding you.” He freezes when his mind catches up with his words and realises how
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odd it sounded.
“I mean… I. It’s no inconvenience, just think of it as a thank you for helping with my sister and…” he
trails off awkwardly. I’m blushing and I drop my eyes to the ground. I think back to what Megan said
about Shifters feeling generous towards their mates. I suppose there isn’t a lot I can do to change that,
but I promise myself I will try not to take advantage of it.
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“Fine, just this once. But now you’ve used the ‘thanks for helping my sister excuse‘. Next time I’m
paying for myself.” Bemy chuckles under his breath.
“Of course Ryann.” I feel rather guilty that I haven’t told Bemy what I know about us, but I just can’t
bring myself to. I still don’t really know why he was so rude when we first met, plus: if he knew that
we’re fated, he would probably feel obligated to me and would treat me oddly. Not to mention the
obligation that I’m already feeling towards him. Every time Megan mentions how important it is that he
finds a mate as soon as possible I feel awful because I could basically solve half his life problems.
Although I’m not really sure if a non–Shifter mate is what the Betas are expecting from him. Still, I think
I would rather get to know Bemy without the pressure, at least he won’t feel the pressure. I’ll just
ignore it as best as I can. The problem is that the longer I leave it the harder it is going to be to tell the
truth. This is so frustrating. We reach the car and Bemy opens the passenger door for me. Once we
are in, he starts the car and drives back towards the Shifterpound where Tristan is apparently
going to be collecting Megan for their dinner date. Bemy parks the car out the front of thepound
and kills the lights as we sit and wait for Tristan to arrive. After a few minutes of waiting I notice a ck
thread floating from Bemy’s chest. I have a terrible feeling about this. It has to be with Tristan surely.
Who else could it be? Sure enough when Tristan drives up the ck thread joins them.
“Well, I can’t say that’s a surprise.” I sigh as Megan climbs in the car with Tristan. We follow them as
they drive away. Bemy is careful to keep enough space between us that they won’t
see us.
“What’s a not a surprise?” Bemy’s tone is curious and despite the serious situation, still quite light. I
hesitate for a second. If I tell Bemy, is it going to make him hate Tristan more. or change how he
views him? I banish the thought from my head. Bemy already hates the guy. I can’t really make the
rtionship worse and telling him probably won’t change.
anything.
“Your threads… well you have a ck one.” I say slowly. Bemy nods.
“Tristan?” he confirms. I nod, pushing a strand of my midnight blue hair from my eyes as I try to gauge
his reaction.
“I’m not sure if I feel better or worse knowing that I was fated to be enemies with the guy. I
suppose
it doesn’t actually matter, it doesn’t change anything between us.” Bemy goes silent for a moment
and when he speaks again his demeanour is cautious,
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“I thought you said you wouldn’t tell me about my threads?” The words came out as a
question.
“Actually, what I said is that you can’t ask me. Not that I wouldn’t tell you.” I remind him. He
frowns.
“Is there a difference?”
“Definitely, this way I choose when and what I tell you about them.” Bemy raises ant
eyebrow.
“Them? So you have seen at least two then. I can’t say I’m not curious.”
“Bemy…” my tone is a warning.
“Ah, don’t worry. I won’t ask. I did promise you. I’m just saying that if you DID feel like telling me, I
wouldn’t say no.” I can barely believe my eyes as Bemy actually turns and winks at me. Part of me is
screaming that this could be a perfect time to tell him about OUR thread. He’s in a good mood and we
haven’t fought in at least thirty minutes. But I talk myself out of it. For starters, I am not giving him such
shocking information while he is behind the wheel of a car. He would likely kill us both. I jump when he
speaks again, still caught up in my
internal debate.
“I have a question about the threads. Don’t worry, not about my own. If you know someone hasn’t met
those people they are fated to meet, does that mean that you know that person
won’t die? What if, theoretically of course, you were to shoot one. Does that change the fates?” He
seems incredibly curious. I shrug.
“Fate knows what it’s doing. I don’t need to supervise it. If I were to try and interfere, my
interference would have been ounted for in nning that person’s fate. If I shot someone, I might
miss and just hurt them and they might meet the person they are meant to meet at the hospital. Maybe
they will be dying and then the person they were meant to meet would show up in time to try and save
them, get attached, then lose them. Which by the way I have seen once and it was the most
depressing thing. I know if they’re fated, not how long they willst.” I try to exin. Bemy is already
prepared with his next question.
“If fate happens no matter what, then why does it matter if you tell people their threads?”
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“Because fate is so much easier to face when you don’t see iting. If you know what someone is
going to be to you, you will treat them differently which makes everything moreplicated. If I told a
couple that they were fated to be together, assuming they actually believed me. Then sure, they might
get together, but they would probably not be honest with each other, they would treat each other how
they think they should and would probably not be their genuine selves which would result in trouble
which they would then have to resolveter. Trouble which could have been avoided if I left them alone
and let theme together
naturally. Does that make sense?” Bemy shrugs.
“I think so, but I still have a few doubts.” I roll my eyes.
“The entire question is irrelevant because people don’t believe me if I do say something.” I
remind him.
“I believed you.” he points out.
“Not until after you made me prove myself, and I didn’t tell you anything about yourself. It’s harder to
ept when it happens to you.”
“I found your note and didn’t ignore it.” he argues. I shake my head.
“You didn’t trust that what I wrote was true, you just really wanted to believe it so you gave it a chance.
It’s not the same thing. People will believe anything if they want it to be true, or if they’re scared that it
might be true.”
“Whatever.” he grumbles. He pulls over to the side of the street, right outside my work.
“They must really like it here.” Bemyments. I shrug.
“The food isn’t bad and some of the staff are nice enough.” I state casually. Bemyughs.
“Only some?”
“One of the shift managers is kind of annoying, and a few of the servers have serious attitude towards
customers behind their backs. Some make inappropriatements about the Subi customers,
comin that the coven of Witches are snobby and so on.” I exin.
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“Are they snobby?”
“Oh definitely, but that’s not the point. We’re paid to be there and work, not judge people off one single
interaction. If the worst part of my shift is just talking to a rude customer then it really wasn’t that bad a
day. It’s not like they’re really being rude to me, they’re being rude to an unknown server. There’s no
reason to take it personally.” Bemy stares at me.
“That’s… a very mature way of looking at it I suppose.”
“Thanks, I guess…. so what now?” I gesture at Borderline. Bemy pushes his car seat back.
and leans backwards.
“Now we watch and see if Tristan meets up with anyone, or if you see any threads that could
lead to clues.” Well that is kind of boring.
‘So… we wait?” I confirm.
“We wait.” I sigh and copy Bemy in pushing my seat backwards.